I was always reading Keats in Chinese,at least ever before.So what,when I read his rhymes in English a second time,very different feelings.Here cited another one:BRIGHT STAR, WOULD I WERE STEDFAST
By John KeatsBright star, would I were stedfast as thou art---
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors---
No---yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillowed upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever---or else swoon in death.
1819
2005-05-27
Another Keats'
About Keats
ODE ON A GRECIAN URN
By John Keats
Thou still unravished bride of quietness,
Thou foster child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loath?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endeared,
Pipe to the spirit dities of no tone.
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal---yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unweari-ed,
Forever piping songs forever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
Forever warm and still to be enjoyed,
Forever panting, and forever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloyed,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands dressed?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity. Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty"---that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
1820
Ode on a Grecian Urn,Keats' magnum opus,I donnot only like the beautiful images it painted but also like the structure it builded.Long sentence through and through the poem except for the end:Beauty is truth,truth is beauty----that is all.Yes,that really is all,all about the poem,all about the feelings,all about the rhyme.
2005-05-23
A horse
I named the blog "My kingdom for a horse" after the sentence from King Lear,a Shakespeare's character,one tragical hero.Also,Jake la Mota from the movie "Raging bull" cited that:"A horse,a horse,my kingdom for a horse!" And,before he quoted the above sentence,Rober de Niro,who acted Jake,cited another words from the movie "On the Waterfront",which said by Malone Brando:"Let's face it.It was you,Charlie.It was you,Charlie."
OK,that's all what I want to convey about my life attitude,about the blog's current name.That's all.
I have a friend in US that I think I have hurt her these days.Actually I am not only coward but also selfish,I know who I am.However,I should apologise to her,she is my friend,I do not want to hurt her indeed.The only truth is that,since the high school period,the imbackward passed times,there may not any love left in my vacation heart.I now,as I myself think,cynical,self-protected,also pessimistic as she has said.I have to say I am sorry to everybody surrounding me,I am a tough guy to catch,though I often charged it upon the world.
As I know this,I think I shall compose a mail to her,since she have not say hello to me on MSN and I haven't too.She may disappointed.
This is my first blog,too many things I want to document,but "less is more" as google standing to.
